Be grateful for yourself...be thankful.

Two years ago your father died, Ulysses. But as long as we are alive, as long as we are together, as long as two of us are left, and remember him, nothing in the world can take him from us.

Doctors don't know everything really. They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in the spirit.

The child race is fresh, eager, interested, innocent, imaginative, healthy and full of faith, where the adult race, more often than not, is stale, spiritually debauched, unimaginative, unhealthy, and without faith.

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Even after you've won fame and fortune, every time you write you've got to write, there's no shortcut, you have to start your career all over again.

You write a hit play the same way you write a flop.